Passing fancy

He hides his drink as well as his foundation masks ancient acne scars;

both masquerades given away when he blushes with girlish excitement at her boyish ferocity.

A passing fancy.

“They nearly named me Fanny,” she says.

His cheeks turn scarlet.

She returns it with a lipful of smile.

The Undercutters launch into yet another cover. This time it is Waterloo Sunset; and, it’s fine.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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